These Days

There are those days in which you wonder why I am here. Why I wonder I'm doing everything that I'm doing. Or not doing. Days that I don't understand if I have the talent for this degree. And every professor has made me feel quite undeserving of it. Perhaps not by forceful means but with my own judgement alone. I have allowed myself to fashion a monster out of everyone. And here I sit, contemplating how I can go on. When there is so much to be done, and I do not think my fingers possess the talent or the intelligence to get it done. But I must try. 

These days, I must try.